Chapter 96 I Set You Free
A smile appeared on Fu Ying's lips, and she looked at him with extremely serious eyes.
Qinglan suddenly felt his eyes warm, and the long-lost light came into his sight, and what he saw was a breathtakingly bright color.
She was like a flame, her skin was whiter than snow, her black hair was like a waterfall, her eyes were shining and she was smiling.
Extremely gorgeous.
It is also extremely dangerous.
Fu Ying leaned forward slightly, staring into Qinglan's eyes, examining her carefully.
What a beautiful pair of eyes.
Grayish brown in color, cool and lazy, like amber covered with a layer of mist, but when the eyes move, they carry the clarity and alertness unique to cat-type orcs.
Fu Ying's breath brushed Qing Lan's eyelashes faintly, and she chuckled softly, "Very beautiful."
Qinglan stared at her blankly, his Adam's apple rolling slightly, the heartbeat in his chest was deafening, his mind seemed to have completely lost its calm at this moment, and he could only hear her low whisper.
"Do I look good?" She chuckled, her fingertips gently stroking the corners of his eyes.
Qinglan's long eyelashes trembled, and she suddenly turned her head away, barely avoiding her fingers.
Fu Ying's fingers were suspended in mid-air, and he was in a dilemma.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
"Didn't you say we were even?" His cold voice tightened imperceptibly.
Fu Ying's eyes flickered slightly, and a smile appeared on her red lips: "Why do you still hate me so much?"
She straightened her back and looked down at Qinglan who was sitting on the stone bed. It was difficult to ease her physical disgust.
Qinglan sat on the stone bed with his back straight. Although he was thin and hadn't washed for a long time, he still exuded a clean charm and a bit of loneliness.
Fu Ying watched quietly for a long while, then sighed softly, his voice filled with weariness.
"Qinglan, I am willing to set you free."
Qinglan's fingertips suddenly tightened, the joints were distinct and extremely pale.
He raised his gray-brown eyes and looked at her very quietly.
Fu Ying suddenly bent his knees, half-crouched, and with a flip of his wrist, tied a storage bag embroidered with a snow leopard around his waist.
The lifelike snow leopard lies lazily on the ground, with the tip of its tail raised comfortably, looking relaxed and comfortable.
This time, Qinglan did not dodge, but just sat on the stone bed and watched her quietly.
His gray-brown eyes were lowered, and the shadow cast by his long eyelashes was like a barrier, isolating all emotions. Only the slightly rapid breathing revealed that he was not at peace at the moment.
Fu Ying could feel the tension in Qinglan's waist and abdomen.
"This is a small fantasy world I made. It can store prey and ensure it doesn't rot."
"When I'm not around, you have to take care of yourself. No one is more important than you."
"Qinglan, I want you to live well."
Her voice was soft, but her fingertips tied the knot very steadily.
After tying the storage bag, Fu Ying's fingertips lingered on the knot for a moment longer, and he finally pulled it out cleanly and neatly. When he stood up, he brought with him a gust of cold fragrance.
Qinglan's long eyelashes trembled violently in the shadows.
Fu Ying lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing a section of her snow-white and slender waistline.
Her fingertips gently brushed the snow leopard pattern, and her voice was light, yet heavy:
"Beast God is above."
"Fu Ying ends his relationship with Snow Leopard Qinglan today..."
Qinglan's gaze suddenly shifted from the storage bag at his waist, and he looked up at Fu Ying, his gray-brown pupils narrowing into a thin line.
"...Companion contract." Fu Ying was also looking at him, and there seemed to be light in her narrow eyes.
"I hope he will live a peaceful and healthy life for the rest of his life."
As soon as he finished speaking, the snow leopard pattern on Fu Ying's waist seemed to come alive and began to twist and deform.
Fu Ying was just about to bite the tip of his tongue and take the final step when something strange happened.
Qinglan stood up suddenly, pinching her jaw with his slender fingers, so hard that he almost broke the delicate bone.
His ethereal voice was tinged with hoarseness, and his gray-brown pupils were filled with hostility.
"Why should you make decisions for me?"
"Fuying, why are you always like this?"
Fu Ying's eyes reflected Qing Lan's delicate features. Seeing the emotions swirling in his pupils, her eyes moved and she looked at him thoughtfully: "You don't want to break the contract with me?"
Qinglan loosened his grip slightly, and Fuying's pinched jaw moved a little closer.
Her rosy lips were almost touching the corners of his tense lips, and their breaths were close.
Qinglan frowned, and the fingers that were pinching Fuying's chin loosened slightly.
At this moment, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly rang out from outside the cave: "The Beast God is angry——"
At the same time, the ground shook, and gravel fell with a rumbling sound.
Fu Ying caught a glimpse of the muddy water outside the cave and frowned. The cliff couldn't stop the mountain torrent?
Qinglan's expression was slightly serious. He grabbed her wrist with surprising strength and said, "Go!"
After coming out of the cave, Fu Ying could see clearly that it was the continuous heavy rain that caused the snow and frost to melt, and the loose soil collapsed like cotton wool. It was not a mountain torrent, but a mudslide!
"Alan, your eyes..." Gemaru's pale face suddenly trembled, and his eyes were fixed on Qinglan's. In a moment, his whole body trembled with excitement: "Okay..."
Qinglan didn't bother to explain. He looked at the rolling mud and rocks and said in a deep voice, "Mother, let's go!"
Gemaru looked at the tribesmen crying and shouting in the distance and said hesitantly, "Let's go?"
Qinglan was about to speak when his pupils suddenly contracted violently.
In the distance, Ga's figure was stumbling through the splashing mud and running towards them. Behind her, the mud flow carrying broken wood and stones was very close.
Qinglan had almost no hesitation, and the sound of bones exploding as he transformed into a beast was drowned out by the roar.
The agile snow leopard leaped towards Jia, which was... the direction of death.
Fu Ying lowered his eyes to look at his wrist which was still warm, and gently stroked the skin with his fingertips. He tilted his head to look at Qinglan who was determined to tear a way out of the mudslide, and suddenly chuckled.
As expected, the airborne troops were no match for Qingmei.
The original owner eventually broke up the family, which was a sin.
"Alan--" Gemaru screamed as he looked at Qinglan who was risking his life, and was about to rush in with him.
Fu Ying reached out and held her, saying calmly, "Don't make things more complicated."
She lifted Gemaru into the air, tapping the rock face with her toes. She placed him on a safe hilltop, pressed her shoulder lightly with her fingertips, and said, "I'll go get him. You stay quiet."
As soon as she finished speaking, she rushed towards the snow leopard and Jialuo who were about to be swallowed up like an arrow.
The long whip in Fu Ying's hand broke through the air, hooked up Qinglan and Jia's waists, and the tip of the whip stretched into a straight line.
She tapped the rock wall lightly with her toes, and with a little leverage, she threw the two of them onto the cliff.
Fu Ying stared at the two of them for a long while, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
She suddenly bit her tongue, and scarlet blood flowed from her lips.
Fu Ying reached out and tapped lightly, her blood-stained fingertips brushing across the snow leopard pattern on her waist. The pattern burst into dazzling light the moment she touched it.
"Beast God, Fu Ying will terminate the partnership contract with the snow leopard Qinglan today."
"No regrets."
With every word she uttered, her meridians were torn apart by pain.
The contract seemed to turn into a physical object, breaking into pieces, and the smell of blood spread from between Fuying's teeth.
The snow leopard's gray-brown eyes trembled violently as it looked at the suddenly twisted indentation pattern on her snow-white waistline. The pattern seemed to evaporate, and like smoke and dust, it was withdrawn from Fuying's bones and blood inch by inch and returned to nothingness.
Immediately afterwards, her skin seemed to crack, and dense blood oozed out.
This is the backlash from the Beast God Contract.
"Qinglan..."
"Now... we're really even."
Fu Ying turned his head to look at Qinglan, whose face was full of fear. The corners of his lips twitched slightly, and his narrow fox eyes closed gently. His long hair fluttered in the wind, and he fell into the rolling mud and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Fuying——"
A broken tremor rolled out of Qinglan's throat, like a hoarse whimper. His gray-brown animal pupils instantly broke into thin lines, and the golden ring on the iris trembled violently. He was about to leap down in the direction where Fu Ying fell.
"Alan!" Gemaru screamed, reached out to hug Qinglan, and broke down crying.
Jia's face was pale, and his eyes were filled with tears as he looked at Fu Ying being swallowed by the mudflow.
Qinglan stared at the rolling mud flow, and the red fox mark on his neck suddenly burned, hot as an iron. In just a moment, it returned to deathly silence and icy cold.
He transformed into a human form, his face covered with despair, and he staggered to his knees. His already thin figure trembled like a candle in the wind, his fingertips dug deep into the rock, unable to stop the fishy and sweet taste rising from his throat.
Blood splattered between the pale lips, and the usually cold and aloof face was now twisted by severe pain.
Didn’t you say that you weren’t Fuying?
If that’s not the case, how can we talk about clearing the air?
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